| I see sad, sad faces in far away places
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| Scattered all around the world
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| Livin' in cardboard cities, Lord you got to have pity
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| On the hungry little boys and girls
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| And if it wasn’t for a lovin' gracious Lord
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| That could be me and you
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| It’s time to quit our complaining
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| And start remembering who we all owe it to
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| Don’t forget to thank the teacher and the preacher
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| For saving your mind and your soul
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| Don’t forget to thank the fireman, the policeman
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| When your world’s going out of control
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| Don’t forget to thank the mothers and the soldiers
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| Prayin' and goin' to war
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| And at the end of the day, don’t forget to thank the Lord
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| Well there’s too much hate and too much debating
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| And politicking going on
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| We get to fussin' 'bout the process, worry 'bout the BS
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| Instead of what makes us strong
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| Like in God we trust and the ones we love
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| And workin' hard every day
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| And if you don’t like it, friend, you can leave it
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| But you better listen when I say
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| Don’t forget to thank the teacher and the preacher
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| For saving your mind and your soul
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| Don’t forget to thank the fireman, the policeman
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| When your world’s going out of control
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| Don’t forget to thank the mothers and the soldiers
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| Prayin' and goin' to war
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| And at the end of the day, don’t forget to thank the Lord
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| Don’t forget to thank the teacher and the preacher
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| For saving your mind and your soul
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| Don’t forget to thank the fireman, the policeman
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| When your world’s going out of control
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| Don’t forget to thank the mothers and the soldiers
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| Prayin' and goin' to war
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| And at the end of the day, don’t forget to thank the Lord
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| At the end of the day, don’t forget to thank the Lord |